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At the same time Leo was scurrying up the manhole, Raphael was thinking that maybe he should have listened to Leo for once. The waves of Foot ninjas seemed to overrun the alley, the red foot symbol on their chest glaring angrily at him as he back ed farther and farther away from the advancing mob.

"Ladies, my dance card is all full for tonight." Raph joked, paling as his shell hit the concrete of the alley behind him. "Maybe some other time?" he offered weakly.

There was a snort from one of the crowd, but impossible to narrow down to the source. All the foot looked alike, with slim waists and muscular chest. The only difference was the weapons that they each held, pointing at him. There were several he'd never seen before but some that hew as familiar with like the katana, sai and shrunken. He could make out one or two that carried a Bo or nunchucks – apparently the pointless weapons weren't as popular.

"Shredder wants you turtle." The leader, it seemed, spoke up, pointing a katana at Raph's chest. "Give up now and come peacefully."

"Right," Raph snorted, giving his sai's a few expert twirls. "And we've come peacefully when?"

"Give up turtle." The foot ninja said again, and Raph had to smirk at the detected fear in his voice.

Um…how about no.

Raising both of his weapons up, he bared his teeth at the men. It was obvious that some of them could think of several other places they would rather be than in an alleyway, trying to capture a butt-kicking turtle that showed no mercy to them.

"Now, now gentlemen."

Raph's amber eyes widened at the voice, instantly recognizing and hating the tone. Bishop.

The tall man strode forward, his black attire making him almost blend in with the shadows. His sunglasses were pushed high up on his nose, blocking his dark eyes, but not the wicked smile that covered his features.

"Now Raphael, surely there is no need for you to be like that." Bishop said soothingly. "Why don't you just come along nicely and with no fuss. That would save us a lot of trouble."

"And why don't you go crawl back into whatever dirt hole you crawled out off?" Raph asked in the same, mocking, soothing voice.

Bishop narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows lowering behind his shades. "You have one more chance turtle."

"Right back at you."

Bishop let out a sigh, as though he was making a huge sacrifice. "Take him out." He moved out of the way as three more men wearing padded army clothes and bullet proof vests stepped forward. Raph barely had any time to comprehend what was happening before nine darts in rapid unison were fired.

Six rebounded off his shell as he spun quickly, hoping to dodge while three hit the exposed skin on his shoulder. Raph threw a sai with one hand while the other hand went out, fending off any goons that thought they could take him.

Everything started to blur as Raph tried to take another step.

What the shell…

Knees buckling under his sudden exhausting weight, Raph hit the ground with a loud thump. Pain from the hit shot through his body, but quickly started to dull as the drug's effect swam through his blood. Suddenly what should have been easy became impossible as Raph tried to regain his feet but even the thought of lifting a hand became tiring, even to think about.

He shut his eyes with a loud groan, blocking out the sounds of approaching footsteps and the jeers and taunts of the men around him.

"I gave you a chance turtle." Bishop chuckled. "But it was worth my time to see you finally fall."

And then all went black.

He wasn't sure whether it was the angry noises around him or the screams of pain that woke his up, but a sudden noise drove him from the darkness.

"Ohhh….my head." Raph groaned. He was laying on his side, in a small area. He had vague memories of a blinding white light above him and cold steel under his body – the groups of needles driving into his skin and the several faces above him, muttering words that should have made sense, but at the time, just didn't seem to matter.

Rolling over, he put out one hesitant hand, then another, pushing himself upright. Blinking hard, he looked around the room.

Great, another cage, he thought feeling fine steel under him. He could see it above him and to the sides. Looking out through the bars, he could see the room looked like a storage closet, with shelves piled high, full of random things, and boxes stacked around the small dark area.

Letting out another sigh, he looked down at his hands.

His eyes widened as his breath jumped. He almost swore his heart stopped beating for a minute as he looked down in shock and terror.

Instead of three green fingers, were raven black paws. Black claws curved outwards, deadly looking and sharp. Whipping his head around, he saw a long, bushy tail, lying on the steel. His tail was all tan except for a strange black marking that covered half the fur. Also looking, he could see the only black on him was his paws and his tail – he wasn't sure about his face.

Okay Raphael, get a hold on yourself. This is just a dream and any second, you'll wake up with three fingers, two toes, a green body and a shell. Leo will be banging on your door to wake you up at any second….it's just a dream. You're not a dog. You're not a dog.

"Yes sir, a beautiful creature."

Raph cocked his head, pinning his triangular ears flat to his head. He could feel the golden fur on his spine and neck raise as he let out a low growl at the sound of voices outside the closet door. He faintly wondered why he was in a closet, but it didn't matter. He had to get back home…he had to get Donatello to find some kind of cure.

As the voices got closer, Raph realized that his hearing had improved greatly. He could hear the squeak of their shoes on the tile floor, the jingle of coins in a pocket, and the heavy and light breathing of the humans.

Backing up as far as he could in his cage, he bared his teeth as the doorknob turned, and light streamed in. Two humans Raph had never seen before stood in the doorway. One looked fairly nice, with kind blue eyes and a gentle expression on his face. The second man had rough looking features with harsh brown eyes that seemed to glare at Raph. He wore a white lab coat, buttoned up halfway.

The kind man knelt down, letting a hand rest on the large cage. He studied Raph with a critical eye, taking in every detail.

Raph shook slightly – he hated being stared at, especially when he was in a cage…cornered and could do nothing to escape the blue eyes that followed his every movement. He growled again.

This is dumb you stupid human. I'm not a dog – I'm a mutant turtles that's going to kick your butt unless you let me out.

"He's a magnificent animal." The kind man said softly. "His markings…I've never seen a Shepherd with markings like him. I've never seen any dog with markings like him."

"I know." The second man said in a gruff tone that made Raph despise him even more. "We found him on the street – stupid thing almost got hit by a car."

On the street? Come on man, surely a human isn't stupid enough to believe that.

"Poor thing."

Or maybe they are.

"Ya want him?"

Want him? What the shell do I look like? Wait, don't answer that.

"I don't know….he looks kinda vicious to me." The man said doubtfully. "And I do have my son at home…."

"Haven't you been looking for a companion for your son though?"

"…yes."

"He's perfect then. His long legs will allow him to keep up with your son and his good looks will impress the girls for sure."

Raph almost snickered at the voice the man was using – it was like he was advertising a car instead of trying to get rid of a dog.

"I'll take him,"

What?

Raph backed up in the cage, not realizing his tail had curved under him. He didn't want to go to some strange home to become a pet – he was not a pet. He would not be kept in a cage, forced into a collar and leash. He wanted his brothers – Leo to come in, katanas flashing, Mikey's wise-cracking jokes, Don's silent determination.

Lips pulled upwards, he revealed his row of teeth, each one sharp. He snarled, daring the man to try it.

Bring it on pal….

"Hey now boy, it's okay. I'm just going to take you home now…no one will hurt you again." He offered out his hand to Raph, allowing him to sniff his hands through the bars.

You really think I'll just sniff it? Stick it in here and I'll bite it.

"Calm down boy. I'll get ya out of here. I'll save you from this horrid place."

Buddy, when I get out of here, it's not me who'll need saving.

Raph opened his mouth to tell the man off but the sound the came from his throat wasn't a cuss word, but a loud bark that echoed through the hall. He winced at the sound of his own bark.

"There, there now." The man soothed. He reached from behind his back and pulled out a large, thick-coiled piece of rope. "Come on now, it'll be okay." He knotted the rope into a slipknot, and carefully reached for the latch of the cage.

Raph flattened his ears against his head and crouched down, hackles rising. The man gently undid the lock, sliding it out of the metal latch. With a gentle creak, the cage door swung open.

Raph didn't wait a second longer but burst from the cage like a bullet. The man let out a startled gasp; falling heavily to the ground as the large German shepherd flew over him.

Raph knew he was fast, but dogs were always faster unless they had a good head start. Raph had always wondered what made them so fast – faster than humans – but now he knew why. He could feel all four paws flying over the ground, the pads on his paws taking most of the impact and his weight. His powerful haunches gathered up beneath him and seemed to spring out at each stride, taking him far and fast. His tail streamed out behind him like a banner – the markings almost looked like flames at the fast pace.

His tongue lolled out, but Raph quickly sucked it back in. It seemed he had dog instincts too and his long tongue was one of them. He quickly found that keeping his mouth shut made it harder to breathe so he opened his jaws again. Like he shot out of the cage, the tongue stuck out, flapping behind him.

Raph ignored it for now – he had to get away. Behind him he could hear the pounding of several feet, heavy and large, which told him several different people were pursuing him.

Do they really think they can catch me? Raph thought amused. Two feet are overrated.

The long hallway he was in took a sharp turn ahead. Raph focused on the right place to make the turn. If he were human, he wouldn't even have to think about it. But his long legs took him farther and with more speed than he was used too.

Gritting his teeth, he heaved to the left.

The slick tile floor under him was too slick for him. His paw that was meant to turn him slipped on the slick surface. Paws catching nothing, he let out startled yelp as he crashed into the wall.

He could hear chuckles behind him as the men quickly caught up. Raph shakily staggered to his paws, bracing himself on wobbly legs. His flanks heaved for breath as he lowered his head, hungrily drawing in air.

A squeak of a shoe made his head snap up and a growl escape from his throat. A group of large men were approaching him from both sides, cornering him into the tiny space. If he was human, he could have easily taken them out. But he was a dog – Raph snarled and barred his teeth.

Well, at least my teeth are sharper this time. I've seen a snarling dog and it ain't a thing you want to mess with…. stupid humans. Don't they know cornering an animal only makes it more aggressive?

Already he could feel his animal survival instincts kicking in. His piercing gaze landed on the largest man of the bunch, with huge muscular arms and a large, broad chest. His face was twisted into a sickening sneer. That man was the biggest – he was the bigger threat.

With a growl, Raph lowered his head. Gathering his hind legs under him, he prepared to spring.

He would not be taken down without a fight.

"Wait!"

Raph kept his fur bristled but let one ear perk forward. The kind man was running forwards, hands out stretched as he gasped for breath. His brown hair was wild and his blue eyes were wide.

"Wait!" He panted. "Back away." He motioned with his hands.

With a grumble, several men moved away. The largest of them men that Raph had been ready to attack let out a snort.

"That animal is dangerous." He had a rough British accent. "He needs ta be destroyed!"

Raph growled. That man needed a good beating, er, clawing.

"No," The kind man shook his head. "He's just scared. Look at him, you freaks have him cornered like a trapped animal and he feels threatened. You can't do that."

"Are ya sure ya want yer kid ta have him?" The man growled, cracking his knuckles.

The man exchanged looks with Raph, as if he was almost reconsidering.

Please don't…I can't survive here, Raph thought pleadingly. He wasn't use to his new body yet – he had no way of winning.

The man's blue eyes met Raph's and they softened. "Yes. My son is a good kid. He'll have a good home. There are just too many people out there who think they're dangerous just because of what they're known for, such as dogfights or police dogs. In truth, a dog isn't born mean, but raised a certain way, then they will be mean."

Raph almost snorted. It sounded more like he was giving a lecture to people thinking of adopting a pet than too goons who needed to be pounded into paste.

Raph flexed his claws. Let me at em…

"A dog has no way of telling you that they're hurt or in pain. Remember, in a dog, weakness means death. In a pack, they would be killed because they would slow down the pack so no dog could afford to be weak. So when a dog is abused, the only way they can protect themselves is to growl and act threateningly. That's just they're way of saying to be left alone."

He gave Raph another glance. "He just needs a good home."

I don't need a home, I got one already. And the minute you get me out of here, I'm gone.

"My son, Kevin, will be good for him. Kevin has been having trouble with bullies lately so I'm hoping he'll help Kevin toughen up a bit… no sane person will mess around with a large German shepherd."

The British man gave Raph another look, then stepped back, clearing the path. "Go ahead pal. But don't say we didn't warn ya."

The man knelt down a few feet from Raph, raising a hand in his direction. "Come here boy." He murmured. He held the coiled rope in one hand. "Come on. My name is Ben. You'll like my wife Rebeca and my son Kevin, they'll both be real good ta you."

Raph perked both ears. He knew he really didn't have a choice but still… he was not a pet!

I don't have choice though, he thought angrily to himself. If I stay here, I'm dead for sure. But if I go, there's a chance that I may get ta escape. But going means a collar and leash and cages…he shuddered.

He had no choice.

With a small sigh, he forced his fur to lie flat and carefully, tensed, padded over to the Ben. Ben let out a gentle sigh of his own before laying his hand on Raph's furry head. Raph had to contain a shudder that ran through him as the man gently stroked his head and played with his triangular ears.

"Good boy." Ben smiled. "Good boy." Carefully, he slipped the rope around Raph's thick neck and pulled it tight. "Come on buddy…" he gave a gentle tug.

Raph froze, and closed his eyes. He had to force himself not to attack the man and break loose – he couldn't.

Head hanging low, he let Ben lead him from the building.

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